“Yes.” I wrap her even tighter in my arms. “I’ll stay. But I need to shower too, or I’ll mess up your room.”
“I suppose you should.”
I never showered as fast in my life. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I head back to her. She’s already curled in her bed on one side, sheet up to her chin. I slide right next to her and notice she’s wearing shorts and a loose tank top. The swell of one of her nipples is showing. Lust loops through me. I barely resist teasing her about going to bed naked. This isn’t why she asked me to stay. She hugs her pillow, falling asleep almost instantly. A while later, so do I.
I wake up with a hard-on. Summer is turned with her back to me, her ass pressing straight against my erection. I have one arm around her waist, my hand wedged between her side and the mattress, as if trying to keep her from moving away from me. Carefully, I attempt to take my hand out.
“You’re awake?” she whispers.
“Yes. How long have you been awake?”
“A while, but I didn’t want to move in case you woke up too. And, umm... I think your towel slipped off.” She sounds as if she’s fighting a giggle.
I check under the cover, and the towel sure had sure slipped off. I groan. “You can add that to my list of fears. Having a raging hard-on at the wrong time.”
“You’re in bed with a seminaked woman. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” This time she does giggle. I take that as a sign that she’s over the deep-water incident.
“What time is it?”
“We were only asleep for an hour.” She points to the digital clock display in the right-hand corner of the TV. Then she turns around, and I get a glimpse of her nipple again. All blood pulls south.
I focus on her eyes, which are trained on me. I caress the side of her face, and she leans into my touch, kissing the heel of my palm. The contact zings me.
“Summer, I want you.”
She giggles again, but the sound is breathier. “The sword under the cover gave that away.”
“I know we said one night, but I can’t keep that promise.” I swallow, searching for the right words. “I know my life comes with an XL-sized bag of complications... even though it doesn’t feel like it when I’m here, with you.”
“Is that because I make a fool of myself every chance I get?” She bats her eyelashes, grinning. “Or because I still haven’t asked you for an autograph?”
“Nah, the way you moan my name when I’m inside you won me over.”
She
gasps mockingly. “You did not just say that.”
“You’re unlike anyone else I ever met, Summer. You’re everything I didn’t know I wanted.”
Her lips part, a mix of tenderness and surprise etched on her beautiful face.
“So let’s forget about the complications while we’re in here,” she whispers. “Let’s just be Alex and Summer for the next week.”
I’d take anything she wants to give me. Given the messy state of my affairs, I don’t have more to offer beyond this week anyway. But this attachment I feel for her will only grow if we spend more time together. The smart thing to do would be to pull back altogether, but all I want is to give her more.
I kiss her, desire sweeping through every cell in my body. I lick her lower lip, tugging it between my teeth before moving lower, kissing her neck. I roll her onto her back, needing to feel her under me.
Her eyes wide and searching, she holds onto my shoulders tightly, shimmying under me until we’re touching at so many contact points that I don’t know where she ends and I begin, but still, she pulls me closer. I cradle her to me, needing that closeness too.
Having a carte blanche for one night is one thing, but this... this is different, deeper. She opens up, cradling my erection between her thighs, and I instinctively know what she needs. I’m going to give it to her in spades. I rub my hard-on against her center, the thin cotton of her shorts the only thing between us.
She gasps, fisting the sheet with one hand, my hair with the other. Kissing every inch of skin within reach, I rub back and forth, feeling her arousal dampening the fabric.
“Summer, do you have condoms?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head, her hips arching up when I move downward, pulling her shorts. The sight of her swollen, glistening flesh beckons to me. “But I need you to touch me.”
“Oh, I will. I can make you feel good without being inside you, sweetness.”